Stiff Breeze

Pour the gas like the match, I'ma get it crackin'
Bitches shake they ass when I rap, I ain't fuckin' askin'
Rapper get mad, cracker jack get slapped
Why your money look sad, I'm on your ass till I'm in the casket
I ain't bragging I'm just rappin' cause the bass on, straight on
I'ma keep on blastin' till your face gone

AR's, napalm, what else can I say on
Drag you through the mud like I walk around with eight arms
Bitch please y'all fall over with the stiff breeze
I think this thing hold like 16
In one shot make the whole damn crowd run
Unload the whole thing, that's a whole 'nother outcome

I said Woah, it's been a hell of a road
You can't get where I got, hell no
How come you ain't done what I done?
Better run, run, boy, you better run
I said woah, it's been a hell of a road
You can't get where I got, hell no
How come you ain't done what I done? Better run, run, boy, you better run
I said whoa

Watch how fast the white rapper get they ass beat
I never seen a dude run that fast athlete
I think this shit has come to a head, acne
You a big pussy like your boys backstreet
Reaction channels always asking who I'm talking 'bout
I'm just shooting shots, I'll be outside in the parking lot

Motherfuckers can't rap and that's that I just pointed out and your bitch ass get mad
It's kinda funny how your money got when COVID hit
You were acting big at the shows you were opening
Now there's no more shows, looking hungry and your clothes don't fit
It's like y'all play the same game, I wonder who's the brokest bitch

I said Woah, it's been a hell of a road
You can't get where I got, hell no
How come you ain't done what I done?
Better run, run, boy, you better run
I said woah, it's been a hell of a road
You can't get where I got, hell no
How come you ain't done what I done? Better run, run, boy, you better run
I said whoa you



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Writer(s): Vaughn Freitag, Adam Calhoun
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